Summer vacation training

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(I)

My girlfriend, S, is 165cm tall with long legs and a slim waist. I seduced her during her master's studies, and she became my sexual partner.

She comes from a well-off family and originally pursued her master's degree to avoid entering the workforce too early, wanting to relax for a couple more years. However, in her second year, she considered staying on as a faculty member.

These days, it's impossible for a master's graduate to stay on as a faculty member after graduation, so on my advice, she took a roundabout approach. First, she managed to secure a position as a temporary teaching assistant while simultaneously applying for a direct PhD program.

This was against regulations (according to the rules, one should first become a temporary teaching assistant before pursuing a master's degree; no one reverses this), but since there were no available temporary teaching assistant positions that year, I helped her influence the college, and her family helped influence the university, securing the position.

To ensure she could stay on as a faculty member, she applied for a year's leave of absence at the end of her second year to serve as a counselor, expecting to return to school after a year and a half.

She would then work as a counselor while completing her thesis, and then apply for a direct PhD program. We still frequently engage in physical intimacy, the difference being that we don't need to maintain a distance in public, as we are now colleagues, and I am not her PhD advisor (although I am the one who is actually applying).

Everything was going smoothly until she had been helping out at the college for almost a year. Then came the news that part-time doctoral programs were going to be canceled, meaning she had to finish her dissertation during the summer break, defend it immediately upon the start of

the semester to be among the first to receive her degree (actually for those whose degrees had been extended), and then immediately apply for a direct PhD program. Because of this, she had to pick up her studies again after nearly a year's absence and work overtime to complete her dissertation.

As her advisor and partner, I naturally felt obligated to support her. So, the sparsely populated college became our new battleground during the break.

She came to me on the first day the college's break started.

I rearranged her seat in the student research lab, but because there were fewer students during the summer, the lab usually closed after 8 pm (the professors usually left after dinner to continue working at home). So, I asked her to stay in the student room until 8 pm, and then come to my room after the students left to work under my supervision.

To facilitate movement, I provided her with a laptop.

We ate dinner together, and during the meal, I gave her the tasks and instructions for the evening. After dinner, she went back to her rented accommodation while I went back to the lab.

Around 8:30, I heard the sound of the main door closing outside. It seemed everyone had left and the lab's security door was locked. Then she knocked on my door and came in carrying her laptop.

She was wearing a round-neck, backless, fitted dress. I touched her to confirm she wasn't wearing a bra, but rather long black stockings (not pantyhose) and strappy heels, and no underwear.

I first praised her appearance and demeanor, then gave her some gentle but serious criticism regarding her behavior.

I had specifically told her at dinner not to wear a bra or underwear, but only long black stockings that reached her thighs. This was supposed to be her state when entering my room; that is, when she entered, she could only be wearing black stockings and strappy heels. Anyway, I had already confirmed that no one else was in the lab, and there were no cameras in the hallway, so what was there to be afraid of?

S expressed embarrassment but was willing to start over.

I told her that as punishment, there needed to be an additional task.

I handed S a remote-controlled vibrator, one I'd carefully chosen with ten adjustable speeds, controllable via a mobile app. I told her to put it inside her, undress in the student room, and then video chat with me for some vibrator training. I instructed her to bring her laptop over while we were video chatting.

S's mouth formed a big "O," but her eyes were full of excited smiles.

I slipped my hand under S's skirt and pinched her buttocks, then ran my hand along her cleft. My hand was wet… apparently, she was in need after several days of abstinence. I installed the driver on S's phone, requested control of the vibrator, and then sent S out. A while later, her video call request arrived. I accepted the request on my phone but didn't turn on my camera, so I could see her but she couldn't see me.

Once the video call connected, S stood in front of the computer, turned around, and smiled, indicating that I was completely naked except for black stockings.

Then I turned on the vibrator. S immediately arched her back, gasped, and sat down, leaning on the table for support.

I set the vibrator to low speed (level 2) and asked her to print out the work report she'd finished that afternoon and bring it to me.

I quietly opened the door, walked into the hallway, and gently closed it behind me. I sneaked to the student's room and saw S, naked, standing with her back to the door, waiting for the printer to finish printing.

One hand was on the table beside her, and the other seemed to be on her lower abdomen. She was standing fairly straight, probably used to the printing setting.

I increased the setting to level 8, and S immediately squatted down, accompanied by a seductive moan.

She only let out one cry before suppressing it. I continued walking forward, simultaneously decreasing the setting to level 4.

After a while, S returned to the computer and, as I instructed, adjusted the laptop lid with one hand, allowing me to see her entire body.

Her right hand was on the laptop lid, and her left hand was between her legs; her slender wrist and thighs were trembling slightly.

I switched to level 7 and slowly increased the setting.

S said to me intermittently, "Dad—Dad, it's too—exciting, I can't—stand up…" So I decreased the setting back to level 3.

S rested for about half a minute, then forced herself to stand up, using the table for support. At that moment, the camera caught a glimpse of her shaved pubic area.

S braced herself on the table for a few more seconds, then began carrying her laptop towards the door.

By this time, I could no longer see her, as she was no longer able to control the camera's position.

I knew she was moving, so I increased the camera's intensity. The camera image shook for a moment, then returned to normal, and then I increased the intensity again, only to shake again.

By the time S emerged from the student's room, the intensity was at level 7. I watched as a slender figure, clad only in long black stockings, struggled forward. One hand held her laptop and documents, the other pressed against her genitals.

If she had glanced to her right as she left, she would have seen me, but she was too weak to make any further movements.

She slowly made her way to my office door, laptop in her right hand, and began knocking with her left, but there was no response from inside.

I increased the intensity to level 8. S, holding onto the door, slowly squatted down. A slight tremor ran through her body; I knew she was close to climaxing. Once she was fully squatted, waiting for her mini-orgasm, I quickly lowered the intensity.

S breathed heavily for a few moments, then tried to stand up, knocking on the door and softly calling, "Daddy, open the door! Open the door for my good daughter!" At that moment, I yanked the handle of the security door hard, then pushed it open (I checked through the peephole to make sure no one was outside) and simultaneously turned the vibrator to its highest setting.

The sudden shock made S shudder violently. Instinctively, she tried to cover her breasts and genitals with her laptop and hands, but the overwhelming pleasure made her curl up and squat down.

Later, she confessed to me that when she opened the door, she thought someone had come in. Because the hallway lights were off but there was a light outside the iron gate, she couldn't see who I was because I was backlit. Her first thought was "I'm doomed," and she tried to run, but she didn't have the strength. Then her body went out of control, and she was forced to orgasm. She could only squat down. At that moment, her mind was blank; she only knew that she had orgasmed and felt fluid gushing out from below.

When I closed the door and went to S's side, her legs were curled up, and

she was slumped on the ground, her body twitching occasionally. When I helped her up, her legs were still shaking violently, and her entire thighs were soaked.

I carried her into the room and put her on the sofa. Only then did she calm down, hugging my neck tightly and starting to cry.

I had to sit next to her, stroking her back and comforting her.

She cried for a while before calming down, then punched me several times, saying that I had scared her to death and that she thought someone had come in.

I said, "So you mean you peed your pants?" Then I touched her inner thigh, and when I touched her core, she trembled again.

I leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neck and earlobe, and asked her, "Did you take your medicine today?" She bit her lip and nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck... She was very wet and sensitive inside after her orgasm, and soon had another orgasm.

After I ejaculated inside her, I didn't pull out immediately. I held her, pressed myself against her, and waited for my penis to slowly soften inside her. Then she cleaned me up with her mouth. We sat on the sofa and rested for a while. S drank some water. I brought in the documents and notebooks that were on the floor by the door, and retrieved S's skirt and phone from the student room. Then we started working overtime...

(II)

My desk wasn't small, and S sat opposite me, working on her laptop. She was still completely naked, wearing only stockings. After the previous encounter, I was wearing a t-shirt on top and nothing on my bottom. So S stretched her long legs out from under the desk, placing her feet on the edge of my chair, teasing my penis from time to time. Having just released, I wasn't too affected and continued reading the report she gave me. For me, this kind of teasing was commonplace.

I often have S give me oral sex while I'm working. Because my attention is diverted, it often takes me a long time to ejaculate. Once, I was so engrossed that she licked me for ages, and I actually went soft. So S often says that I'm not focused on enjoying her services at all, and that I don't appreciate what I have. Actually, I really didn't mean to. S's oral skills are actually quite good. If I really focused on S, I probably wouldn't last more than 5 minutes before I ejaculated all over her face.

I spent about half an hour going through S's report. Because she hadn't been able to concentrate on research for a long time, and she had been quite busy with final exams at the college recently, many of her experiments in the report were not fully completed, which I marked on the report.

Then I called S over to explain it to me. S pulled her black-stockinged legs back from between my legs. By this time, I was already hard, and her toes were covered in my pre-ejaculate. S walked around the table and stood next to me. I touched S's lower back, then moved down, stroking her buttocks as I told her I knew she had been very busy recently, but she understood the current situation and knew she had to work overtime to finish her thesis and catch up on what she had missed. As I finished speaking, my hand slid down her buttocks, and my middle finger lightly inserted into her still-wet vaginal opening, asking her, "Do you understand?" S moaned in response, steadied herself on my shoulders, and said seductively, "I know." I added, "During the summer vacation, we'll be working overtime here often at night. You're okay with that, aren't you?" S gave me a coquettish look and said, "Dad, you just want to play with me here, right? I don't care. This summer vacation is in your hands anyway, so it's up to you how you want to play with me." I gestured for her to sit, and S easily sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked at me, and then leaned in for a French kiss. As I sucked on her tongue, I stroked her stockings up and down her thigh with my left hand. S pulled her left hand away and started stroking my penis. I pulled my mouth away and told her we should go over the report first.

So S held the report for me with her right hand and continued playing with my penis with her left. I put my arm around S's waist and, while playing with her breasts, explained to her the parts that needed to be revised and supplemented.

Since we were having a work-related exchange, neither of us was too rough. S's stroking was slow and gentle, and I just held her breasts and occasionally pinched her nipples. In less than 10 minutes, I finished explaining what I needed to say. I asked S if she understood, and while she continued playing with my penis, she smiled mischievously at me and said, "Daddy, you're so handsome, my heart is pounding so hard! I don't understand what you're saying, I've been too busy looking at you. You can touch it if you don't believe me..." As she spoke, she straightened her back and puffed out her chest.

"Oh, I see... I think what you said makes a lot of sense," I said seriously. "Shall I explain it to you again?" "Okay," S said happily. I pinched S's waist, and S, being ticklish, jumped off me with a laugh. I stood up, pushed the chair away, and pulled S to stand in front of the table, saying to her, "I'm afraid you won't remember, so I'll explain it, and you type it out."

S immediately wanted to slack off and quickly said, "No need, Daddy, you explain, I'll listen carefully, and I'll remember it in one go. My memory is excellent." I shook my head and said, "A bad pen is better than a good memory. You should do as I say." Then I pointed to the table, "Put this on first, and if you can't keep up with my typing speed, I'll spank you." S looked in the direction I was pointing and saw the vibrator covered in her vaginal fluid... I held the document and repeated what I had just said, sentence by sentence, while S bent over the table typing. I didn't allow S to type with her back hunched, so she stood a bit far from the table, her waist and abdomen basically horizontal, her shoulders and back arched, using her elbows to support the weight of her upper body, and her legs together. This posture, viewed from the side, accentuated S's curves seductively, but it was relatively strenuous for her.

I wasn't speaking fast, but S's typing speed still couldn't keep up. On one hand, she needed to maintain the seductive posture; on the other hand, the vibrating egg inside her vagina was causing her considerable discomfort.

To keep the game going, I didn't set the vibrating egg to a high setting, just a medium speed—not enough to give S an orgasm, but not enough to make her easily accustomed to it either. About 10 seconds after I finished speaking, if S hadn't finished typing, my hand, which had been stroking her lower back, would loudly slap her buttocks, and S would have to type an extra line on the screen: "The vibrating egg Daddy put in my good daughter's vagina is making me want Daddy to ejaculate inside me again. Daddy, for the ?th time, has slapped my good daughter's butt." This line had to be typed manually, not pasted.

I'd wait until she finished typing before continuing. When I was about two-thirds of the way through, I decided to increase the difficulty a little, so I slightly increased the intensity. S was already somewhat used to it, but when the intensity increased, her legs, which had been straight and together, bent slightly. One heel lifted off the ground and rested on the ankle of the other, and her thigh muscles tensed even more. It was clear she was trying to resist the slightly increased pleasure by clenching her legs.

But I wouldn't let her off so easily. My left hand slid down her buttocks, my middle finger touching the entrance to her vulva with some of her vaginal fluid, and gently pressed it to her anus. S's anus immediately contracted, her breathing quickened, her hands stopped typing, her lips tightened, her head lowered, and her legs trembled slightly. After a while, she raised her head again and took several deep breaths.

It seemed she had successfully held back and hadn't orgasmed.

This was one of the things I particularly liked about her (I won't go into detail about her figure, that's the most important thing).

S's cooperation with me wasn't just about obeying my commands; she knew exactly how to please both of us. Whenever I teased her like this, she would consciously reciprocate my ministrations while simultaneously resisting the approaching climax. The end result, of course, was that she would completely succumb to my relentless stimulation, orgasming before me without reservation, declaring her utter surrender and maximizing my sense of conquest. For her, this hesitant resistance allowed all her restraint to build up pleasure within her body, culminating in a cataclysmic release.

Perhaps because S had just experienced a powerful orgasm, she managed to hold back this time. I didn't intensify my attack but continued to gently and slowly circle her anus, helping her cultivate a wanton state until I finished. I slapped S's buttocks and helped her sit up. S's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was somewhat erratic. She was a little surprised that I hadn't pushed her to orgasm further.

I asked S, "Have you remembered everything now?" She blushed and nodded, saying, "Yes, Daddy, I've remembered everything you said." "Okay, let me check for any typos." I pulled up a chair, sat down, and gestured for S to give me oral sex. S obediently knelt down and began licking my slightly limp penis. I enjoyed myself while looking at the document on the computer. After one pass, there were no problems, just two typos. I pulled S up and made her stand in front of the computer desk, facing the computer, in the same position as when she was typing. I took the still-vibrating vibrator out of her vagina and then had S read aloud the document she had just typed. S had only read one sentence when she let out a sweet and lewd moan because I had forcefully penetrated her from behind.

I told her she wasn't allowed to climax before she finished reading the document or before I ejaculated, or I'd punish her. Only then did S understand why I made her add so many sentences like, "The vibrating egg Daddy put in my good daughter's little hole makes her want Daddy to ejaculate inside her again. Daddy spanked my good daughter's butt for the ?th time," significantly increasing the document's length. S, already gushing with vaginal fluid, finally couldn't resist the onslaught of pleasure and climaxed halfway through reading. She didn't finish the rest, collapsing onto the table and letting me thrust into her. Thus, she was internally ejaculated into for the second time tonight.

Because of the busy schedule before the college break, we hadn't done it for several days, so tonight's first time was just a quick finish, to release my pent-up desire on her as soon as possible. This time, it would be a more leisurely and enjoyable experience.

So after ejaculating, I didn't immediately pull out my penis. Instead, I continued to thrust slowly (I don't know if others do this, maybe everyone's situation is different. For me, the glans is very sensitive right after ejaculating, and strong thrusting turns pleasure into pain. But if you can endure it a little, slow thrusting won't be a big problem, and you'll quickly adapt. Then, you can gradually speed up, and you might get hard a second time before it softens, but the hardness won't be very firm. If you continue to thrust slowly, it will gradually soften. At this point, if you overcome the tingling and itchy feeling in the glans and thrust with all your might, you might turn a false hardness into a real hardness, and then you can have a second time, hehehehe. The thing to note is that if you do this for several days in a row, you won't be able to use this trick anymore.

When I first started doing this with S, her body was so overwhelming that I often surrendered in minutes. It was with this technique that I was able to keep her from kicking me off the bed. Later, when we were being lewd together every day, I had trained her. I could make her feel like she was dying and coming back to life with all kinds of toys. I could ejaculate whenever I wanted, and wherever I wanted. She didn't care at all). Before it softened, I successfully got hard again.

With each thrust, the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid inside S's vagina dutifully served as lubricant, constantly being drawn out by my penis, forming a sticky, white fluid at the point of impact between my penis and her vagina. S was initially a little reserved, being in an office, and didn't dare to cry out. But after I pushed her onto the table and brought her to orgasm once, she didn't care anymore, and her moans gradually began. Her right leg was on the ground, and her left calf would involuntarily lift back from time to time, accompanied by the opening and closing of her toes, as if this could release some of the waves of pleasure accumulating within her body, almost overflowing.

I simply lifted her left leg, letting her thigh and knee rest flat on the table, her calf dangling off the edge. I stroked her thigh while observing her toes constantly flexing and relaxing with pleasure. As her second orgasm approached, S's right foot rose up, and her left leg could no longer support her on the table, sliding down. A moment later, the climax arrived as S let out a long, drawn-out moan—a sound that was like a sigh, a sob, a groan, but filled with joy and surrender—accompanied by the tension of her entire body. The

second climax on the table brought S significantly more pleasure than the first. Her feet were on tiptoe (she had changed from high heels to slippers after entering the room), and her vagina was almost leaving my penis. But I quickly and firmly grasped her waist. During her climax, I did not stop thrusting but instead pounded into her even more violently. As a result, this climax was intense, prolonged, and had a very short refractory period. I finally ejaculated for the second time after she had her third climax.

Actually, it's hard to say whether it was the third climax or just the intense afterglow of the second climax. It's also possible that she didn't have enough energy to muster the strength to respond to a third climax and could only passively endure the onslaught of pleasure. S's reaction to the third climax was not as strong as the second. But when I finally pulled out my penis, I found her legs trembling uncontrollably, and a large gush of vaginal fluid mixed with semen dripped unimpeded from her vaginal opening, which was covered in white fluid, onto the floor... I helped S up from the table and helped her sit in a chair. Her whole body was limp, and the trembling in her legs hadn't completely stopped. This time it was my turn to clean her genitals. I scraped the white fluid from the outside with my fingers and fed it to S's mouth. She naturally ate it, then sucked on my fingers while looking at me with hazy eyes. Next, I had S spread her legs into an M shape, and I used my hands to pry open her vagina. While cleaning her with a wet wipe, I intentionally or unintentionally stroked her vulva and clitoris, eliciting another moan... Looking at her glistening, moist, and tender vulva, which seemed to be opening and closing, I almost couldn't resist licking it. But I knew this couldn't go on forever; S needed to rest. So I turned off the lights, drew back the curtains, and lay down on the three-seater sofa with her in my arms. It was cramped, but thankfully she was thin, and I wasn't fat either, so we could barely lie down.

I hugged S tightly, my legs and feet binding her like an octopus, while S placed her arms and legs straight, one hand in front of her, gently holding my now limp penis pressed against her inner thigh, and fell peacefully asleep. Her dress served as a blanket, covering both of us.

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